Knowing my love for trains and bridges, KC told me about these tracks down south awhile back. Some of you may have heard the story of a couple crazy women who were up on the tracks (very illegal) and a train came. This trestle is 500 feet long and 80 feet high. 14,000-ton Indiana Rail Road freight train traveling at 30 mph coming full force at you. What do you do? Last minute, split second, they laid down on the tracks with the train skimming over the top of them. Once the engineer regained composure after thinking he just ran over two idiots, law enforcement was contacted and the women ended up facing criminal charges. Though I’m sure the charges weren’t enough considering the hell they put the engineer through for that brief time.
I made it a point to show Alicia, it’s such an ‘awe-ing’ view, but one to be admired from the road…at a safe distance…where a train won’t make dinner out of you for some varmint.
It is illegal, it is trespassing and you will face charges if caught on any train tracks property of the CSX. 908 people were killed in the United
States by trespassing on railroads in 2013; 38 of those unnecessary deaths were in Indiana.
Tonight I was still trying to collect some photos for my assignment, so I thought I would try for some night shots. Unfortunately I couldn’t find a mount for my tripod and had to do hand held shots, which was a little hard. Marian is bordered by Cold Spring Rd. and 30th Street. It is in a bubble. It’s surrounded by a whole other world. You can walk across the street to a gas station that has been robbed multiple times and that has bullet proof glass protecting the employees. Marian sits in the middle of a very low-income and high crime area of Indy. And yet the students go about their days completely oblivious to what lies on the other side. Oblivious to the reality of Indianapolis. The frequent police sirens and the occasional stripping of car parts on campus is a reminder of what lies around us. There are shootings, many of them fatal, carjackings and robberies that occur constantly in neighborhoods of Indianapolis, very much like the one Marian is in. Police are killed and kill. People die all the time, but Marian and much of Indianapolis, move along either ignoring what happens or continue to be completely ignorant of the situation.
This evening Hannah and I went to shoot a graveyard right in the heart of Danville. There are some very old graves there (I found one from around the 1770’s). Almost all of the graves are from people that have been dead for a very long time and have most likely been completely forgotten about. But as Hannah said, our photos remember and honor them in some way.
I love these flowers. They are such a simple, but beautiful summer flower. They are everywhere, brightening up the world around them. They are strong and they spread. I don’t think you could kill these flowers if you wanted to. I also love the cycle they present. Bright yellow, full of life, to dying brown petals to naked heads of seed. Full of life and death. But even when they are dead they still carry life. They have the seeds for next years flowers and the seeds to keep creatures alive through winter. Life and Death all bundled up in a pretty yellow flower.
At the 100 Acres there is this weird rock wall, tunnel, garden thing that is very hard to describe but is also very interesting. It starts out with a walkway that gradually slopes down towards a tunnel and there are loose rock walls that grow on either side. Then there is an unlit tunnel that you have to walk through. For some reason it reminds me of a tunnel into a tomb. I don’t know if that is what the artist intended or not. But on the other side of this tunnel there is light and a nice staircase that leads up to a nice square garden with pleasant green grass and a wall around it. Anyway this passageway seems like the tunnel between life, death and whatever the hell is on the other side. A passageway into another world, another life. There is something mythical and primal and prehistoric about this garden and I love it.
“Dreams come true and then they die. It’s time for new ones to come along. But the old ones still stand strong holding all the memories.” This quote comes from my mom and this post is for her. I like the quote and I liked her thought behind it. For her one of her dreams is coming to an end and it’s sad. It’s hard to watch something like that die. But it leaves room for something new. This tree above has had some life to it for the five years that we’ve known it. And then it finally died this year. But it still stands, tall and strong and holding all the memories of the past five years. And Mom I want to let you know that I am so proud of you and how hard you worked for your dream and even though it’s coming to a close just think of everything that awaits and the new dreams that will come.
Locked. Guarded. Secure.
I’ve never noticed this place. I think its funny how we notice things only when were ready. I’ve driven by here countless times, apparently not ready until now to see such beauty. As I walked up the lane I had a sense of violation. Not because it was illegal to be there but I felt as if I was violating privacy of someone. An odd feeling I’ve never experienced in a cemetery.